Best

This poem describes something very very close to me, and is about an emotion I do not commonly write about, nor do I understand the emotion completely myself.

 

Best. Friend. for. Life.

                yeah

                                right..

More along the lines of...

Bold. Faced. Liar.

 

See....

I want my friend back.

Anything other than that carbon

copy I saw tonight. That silent boy

who tagged along, obediently,

and couldn’t even look me in the eye.

 

And...

I want be angry, or rather,

I want to be calloused about it.

There is this ferocity boiling in my blood...

that just fizzles out. Cause I knew

this would happen.

Knew you’d listen to your brother,

follow in the footsteps of others,

and keep silent. Stare into

the sun and realize I am untamable.

Uncageable.       And I am sorry.

 

                                ....

Wait, scratch that.                          

no I am not.

Not sorry in the sense that,

I see myself as having

done something wrong. Just,

I am going to miss you,

that much is sure. Miss the

boy who I spilt out my heart to,

with long nights on the phone.

                 But this had to happen,

                I knew it would sooner,

           [rather than]

           later.

 

I just wish I could have hugged you today.

And that single thought in this mix of

a million crazy others, that simple one is what

brings the tears on. Not my fury, not the

nervous energy I have now. But the fact that,

All I wanted today, was to give you a hug

and whisper “happy early Birthday”.

 

 

Reviews

[Parker Pearl]

this is very powerful.
it is very frank, a very bold "f**k you",
and i love it.

great work, as always.

[rachel]

wow. this poem is powerful. I think in a general sense, and in regard to the loss of a friendship, this is something a lot of people can relate to. I especially like your last line. Very powerful.